The party had defeated the two guardians last session and was now standing in a room of alcoves, each a grave. Three doorways exited the room besides the direction they entered. To the south, there was a small room with a single large sarcophagus, so covered in dust that Felix could not make out what it was made of. Felix entered, sure that there were no traps (and he would know!). Unfortunately, 4 wraiths came out of the walls and surrounded him. Felix turned into a bat and flew away. The rest of the party prepared for attack. Corrail fired shots with his bow. Chum swung wildly at the wraiths who pawed at him. Elliot, the Cavalier, moved up to attack with his sword. The bard played loudly greatly inspiring the party. Sandra, the summoner, buffed herself with magic spells, in prep for a lengthy battle. Niva blasted the wraiths with magical lightning. The monk, downtrodden and drunk after lamenting his answer ...
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